Best Diya Poems
DIWALI- FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
Gilttery lamps, Myriad diyas and light
Illumination pan India filled with delight
Whole nation splendent like lovely bride
The zest of fest spread far and wide
From northern mountains, western sands
To eastern coasts and southern islands
The spirit of triumph of good over bad
To dispel darkness like light, in life to add
To cleanse both our inner and outer sleaze
Infuse purity, love and peace like fresh breeze
Plenty sweets, delicacies for taste-buds to savour
Fire-works add shiny and shimmering flavour
All families get together to celebrate this occasion
Bond of love enhances in every relation
There’s fun, there’s frolic and there’s prayer
Brings happiness and joy this feast every year!
glossary:
Diya- is an oil lamp, usually made from clay, with a cotton wick dipped in ghee or vegetable oils. Clay diyas are often used temporarily as lighting for special occasions, while diyas made of brass are permanent fixtures in homes and temples.
date: 2nd November 2016
Happy Diwali friends
As golden orb descends in dainty steps to invite
black darkness to embosom the sky at night
on this joyful eve of 'The Festival of Lights,
amidst dangling artifacts - a common sight,
my simple clay diya radiates light so bright:
glowing and gleaming steadily despite
swaying gently in soft wind after twilight -
and gently whispers Divine wisdom to enlight
our souls with the bliss of purity of the right
and in its warmth, may the spirit of goodness alight
and dispel the gloom of hatred and greed - to ignite
and invoke the holy spark of Truth in delight
Date: 11/4/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
English Rhyming Translation
© Krishika Upadhyay | 2025
I’m breaking down, in lashes' shade,
In silent dreams, I wish I stayed.
I try to rise, on roads that smile,
But thorns have gripped my feet a while.
Yes, thorns are biting where I tread,
And tears now rest where sleep once spread.
It feels I’ll shatter, fade away,
Or lose myself in you someday.
I wish to hold you, cry a bit,
Release this poison where it sits.
But prayers alone can’t bring Him near,
And you no longer call me dear.
I sway between the calm and storm,
In memories where you stay warm.
I’ve lost my patience, lost my grace,
But still I crave your lost embrace.
And what to do? You never call.
Since you have gone, I bear it all.
This world’s turned hot like ruthless noon,
My face...a wilted, silent moon.
There’s no more joy I hold within,
Just dreams of you beneath my skin.
And how could smiles be mine again,
When what I lost was love... not pain?
I’ve said I’m shattered ...will you care?
To gather all my pieces there?
But deep inside, I truly know
You’ll break me once more, soft and slow.
Hindi~
"Main Bikhar Ke Bhi Tera Hi Raha"
(Even in Pieces, I Stayed Yours)
Bigad raha hun ,
Ki palkon ki chaav main doob jaaun
Sudhar raha hun ,
Ki muskurati raahon main nikal aaun
Par paanv m kaate lag rahe hain
Par paanv m kaate lag rahe hain
Kuch aansun aankhon m aate lg rahe hain
Lag rha hai bikhar jaaun yahin
Tujmain bas jaaun kahi
Tujhe baahon mai bhar rolun zara
Utarlun woh jehar jo h dil m bhara
Par ibaadat se.
Par ,ibaadat se khuda aata nahi
Tu mujhe pehle ki trh , ab bulata nhi
Bohot sehma , suljha , behaka rehta hun
Teri yaadon main mehaka rehta hun
Mujhko toh ab sabr aata nhi hai
Mujhko,
Toh ab sabr aata nhi hai
Par kya karun,
Tu ab mujhe bulata nhi hai
Tere jaane ke baad sab dhoop sa hai
Murjhaya hua mera roop sa h
Aur nhi h koi khusi mujhmai ,magar sapna hai
Aur nhi h koi khusi mujhmai magar ,sapna hai
Aur hogi bhi kese , jo maine khoya woh mera apna h
Ab bta diya ki bikhra hun , toh samet lena mujhe
Pr mujhe pta h , tu pyaar jatakar , dobara bikher dega mujhe
Tanha Garg....
Ek ladka deewana sa....
Ek ladki ko chahne lga...
Aise lagi preet use...
Usko apna khne lga...
Ankhon me ke k sapne hzar
Usko dil me bsane lga
Ek din lagi use chot pyar ki
Tukdo me wo bikhar gya
Tuta dil tute khawab sab
Haye judai shne lga
Preet na chuti uski pyar ki
Bekhabar sa wo rhne lga
Aise mari thokar sbne
Tanha garg khlane lga...
Amar prem tha preet amar
thi....
Cheen liye sb hq jeene k...
Mout ne apna hath diya...
Or dewana wo chala gya...
When all the world is a giant burden,
Banerji sir, my colleague, a true SST Allen.
“Maan ki bat Modi ke Sath; rest other shun,”,
Says always my friend Banarji, never stun
Or stagger or startle, never remains barren.
Best friend who teaches Dhruvi and others Balkan,
Or India with psychology, without an apron.
Kenil, Hari, Bhavin, Shivani had some unban;
With Favourite dish of Dada, a fish; talks on Patan,
Sings hymns, buzzes about Mahakali one.
Says, “Your age is less than my profession.”
Scolds us, “Worst batch of year” – a Pun?
He is Bangali babu, wears dhoti, kurta even,
Talks about SST, and about doors wide open.
He is a Brahman, takes plausible action,
Wearing a chevron, is our Divine’s lion.
Meshwa, Diya, and Pitambar are clearly won,
With Aryan, Harsh, Nupur, Dishal and billion.
Let it be Shakespeare or Keats or Byron
He is through with all, has a great fortune.
Appreciates my Monorhyme and region
Never keeps quiet, but is pure bullion.
Dear to my students, Esha, Jeet or Rohan.
Prosper a lot is my wish, Oh! Aaron!
student they are
on the wings of knowledge,
on mirthful wings of angel,
on light of inside and outside
smiling touches them purely
fresh mind, fresh eye view to the future
they are frolicsome for acquiring knowledge
together footsteps on the airway road
crossing they are every step of offshoot thinking
smiling, playing, gossiping, seeing, looking
and walking to the bright career
they are child to teenage on same base
on angelic wings and heavenly light
suddenly the MounTain LigHt comes upon them
comes upon them as Fat-Man and Little-Boy
it burns their wings of angelic soul
put off the light of happiness
cut up the two souls from their chain
wounded many of their caravan
MounTain LigHt brings mourning bliss for them!
it has no soul, no eye, no veins, no blood of kindness
it understands only the procession of death
it understands royal roads of Dhaka, Chattogram,
Rajshahi, Khulna, Rangpur, Sylhet, Barishal
it understands tareque masud, mishuk munier to Mim, Rajib and so on
it understands the darkness of grave yard
it understands the death angel Azraeal and greets him on inert roads
it understands a bier and shrouded dead body
it understands the epitaph with bereavement motherly tears
oh! light of life is not secured still on road
every innocent soul is devoured abruptly
giant death angel transform himself on vehicle
it comes as MounTain LigHt and fires, razes
nonsense demonic driver enjoys the race on bail
excited uncontrolled peoples ruminate stability,
demolish more lively soul in blind emotion
oh! death you are mad provoker on road to road
-August 09, 2018
*****
Note: - written on Diya Khanam Mim and Abdul Karim Rajib, student of Shaheed Ramiz Uddin Cantonment College, Dhaka were died on 29 July, 2018, Jabal-e-Noor Paribahan ran over them!
It wasn’t monsoon
but toxic rain.
Diya drenched
in the doldrums.
Her head bloated,
brain turned barren.
Her body curved
as a cashew nut.
Her legs and arms
dried.
Aches and anxieties
grow up
in the cashew farm.
Sad sap oozes
out of her mouth.
Her doll lies dead.
Now she isn’t a girl
but a remnant
on an empty mat.
[Endosulfan is a
deadly insecticide.]
Remembering Him, Sahir Ludhianvi
----------------------------
Lily Swarn, (The Reuel Prize Winner fairy poetess; The Punjabi woman who has a beautiful habit of rising earlier than birds),
Will you 'company me
To The Khalsa High School, Ludhiana,
Today--next year ?
I just wanna sing in the auditorium, 'Dil mai kisi ke pyar ka jalta huwa diya'!
And don't you grow curious!
Do Pritam's shadows still haunt the bungalow 'Parchaayian'?
mellifluous and mesmerizing
a distant melody I hear...
melting my soul softly
with its mellow magic
a flute tune so soothing
sweet and symphonic
transcendental
awakening my spirit
moulding my dampen mind
into a clay diya
spreading love and light -
a light to the realization of
the meaning of my mundane existence
as I close my eyes and listen
to this mystic blissful tune
even the Gopis, peacocks, cows and birds
of my mind's mural art
that depicts His divine grandeur
seem to come back to life
and merge with His grace
my muse has lost its metaphors
to portray such a glorious moment
for, the merry chimes of metaphors
are now meek and muffled
hushed and muted
in that dulcet tune that wafts in the air
a distant melody I hear
mellifluous and mesmerizing...
Date: 09/18/2021
"M" Contest New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Note:
Diya: A small oil lamp made of clay.
Gopis: Cow-herd women devoted to Lord Krishna
Kaab dekhu aapki muskan
Sooraj chand dekh liye gin liye
Tare sabhi na khana chod diya
kuch aapki yaad Mai bus doond
rha hoon kaab dekhu aapki muskan
Maam aapkey liye
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Tun nay aisa laund diya
Meri fat gai meray piya.
Unexpected expectations are made
within a single night,
With the glitter outside.
We accept them
without seeing the falsehood
they bring inside.
Get broken unknowingly
and leave us
having a tough fight
with the void in mind
of the cells they grind.
We know everything
and still act blind.
Is it because we are compelled
to get through the pain
that we never deserved
but to know how bad it is
to accept something
that isn't even worth gaining?
Now don't blame yourself
for being kind.
Being good to yourself
has know harm, Right?
So expectations are fine
as I believe that
there's always a good
even in the darkest of times.
-Diya
Tip Top Gentleman
Eve of drama fun of mine
Laugh of fragrance smash
Of tomatoes in a glass of ....
Candy spices of horizon change
orange to white casu
Nuts
In a shadow night my heart is
Calling you loandiyo Kab tak
goom naam basti Mai diya jalogi
Today or tomorrow like the seconds past while even passing on writing this my feelings are crazy for your
Beauty of eyes which
Stares at me on the screen
Shall you like to teach
Tip Top Gentleman
How to tease while
I dance in our memories
You're so far like you're
As near as i....... Love you
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Jis ko chaha chemical pila diya,
Jis ko chaha nafsiati bana diya,
Jis ko chaha teka Laga diya.....
Note.Big Boss Big Game...
Dil ki baatein dil tak hi thi,
Ya phir meri baaton mein bhi uska dil tha?
Uske dil mein chhupa hua ek raaz tha,
Jo dil ki jagah naino ne bayan kar diya.
Uski aankhon mein ek kahani thi,
Jismein har lafz meri nishani thi.
Woh khamosh thi, par keh rahi thi bahut,
Uski chup bhi ek zubaani thi.
Uske chehre pe jo halki si jhalak thi,
Woh mere sawaalon ki chhuti kasak thi.
Jaise woh meri dhadkan ko sun rahi ho,
Jaise mere khwaabon ko chun rahi ho.
Meri baaton ka asar tha, ya sirf fizaa,
Uski har ada mein chhupa tha mazaa.
Par uski khamoshi mein chhupa ek darr tha,
Jaise woh khud se hi bekhabar tha.
Ab bhi sochta hoon, woh kya kehna chahti,
Kya uski nigaahein mujhe apna maanti?
Ya yeh sirf mera bharam tha, koi chhalawa,
Jismein main dooba, magar usne bachaya?
Kahani adhuri hai, na jaanoon main khud,
Kya uske dil ka safar tha yeh jud?
Par itna yakeen hai, woh ehsaas saccha tha,
Uski aankhon mein jhalka jo sapna tha.
~Shruti